(alex)Slander - Ghost In The Machine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(alex)Slander

Born and raised on the outskirts of my city's crooked frame
Where the rusted wires hang from the sky of geodesic plates
In a place where the people come and go but evil stays like Kanye West
Imma go Kathy Bates on his legs then tell that fuck to stand up and respect me

I'm only underground as Morlocks
Taking over board walks
Short and white as your cock
When ya'll got sprung like door stops
Cause our tour stops on your slots
Surrender your spots and stocks
To the wolves of the wall street gridlock
Idiots be thinking that they're gonna hit hip hop's without treading pig slop
You're tripping like a big shot and getting me pissed off
I've been smoking weed daily since I was 11
With no repercussions, still hardly a felon
'Til I mailed the press bloody rags as if I was Arthur Leigh Allen
Now they're blaming my fortune and fame
And my talent on selling my soul to the devil
For studio time in hell when in fact
I got this far by myself, no help from the heavens
So don't call your shit trill because you once took a drum lesson
And if you don't get that line, don't ask me dumb questions
No on'es impressed with you lyrical adolescence
Imperial sense of self or materialistic essence
And I betcha rest with your hands about a Smith and Wesson
Not for the protection, but to keep you coming like a pension
As if hip hop's obsession with aggression started with you
Got balls enough to call your shit new
Sinking in my shadow like Tony Shalhoub
I grew like infection, losing my breakfast
Down upon the heads and shoes
Of whack ass cats like you, your cast and crew
None of who got my X-Files references
Intentionally unconventional
Soon to be as classic as bitches brew
So if you can't get down with my whack ass sound
Shit or get out of the confession booth

Jade Ox

Surrounded by faces, face it, I'm lonelier than before
Surrounded by decorations and my hatred for decor
Hangin' on the walls and layin' on the floor
Wasted in the basement like I never been here before
Draggin skeletons, sellin' it out the door
I won't embellish more fall out than I can afford
'Cus I walk with demons seepin through the cord
They stand behind me when I'm sleepin or when I record
They watch me as I'm washin my face
I got a couple mistakes that'll never wash away
My girl lookin' at me like I'm fucking crazy
I'ma kill the world the day they try to play me
It needs to be said so fuck it if I already said it
I'm above the threshold and I'll let go if I let it
Thank the feds the meds relieve the stress and I forget it
Otherwise my rhymes would be a list of shit I regretted
Been to hell and back the trip was strictly business
Now I sit in front of sinks and think about my visit
Obsessed and stressin, I'm wrestlin inner tangents
In a mansion runnin' room to room these thoughts is dancin'
So I ransom money random things that lend some help
It's over when the fat lady sings and I'm lendin' health
Slander, I'ma need some answers else I might hurt myself
In a tub with toasters or I'm drownin' in a well
So while I get the chance here's a toast to health
Ridin' with rappers who boastin' it to tell
Lyin' if they records sold well but fuck it I guess oh well
Things ain't been the same since I got a name and got some fame
Sacrificed the sane to run like game like Ichabod Crane